Bade Sapne

◇ Part 2 ◇

"Priya, please, tell me what's going on," I said, my voice rising with worry as I watched her pace across the living room, mumbling to herself. She had woken me up in a panic, clearly upset, but she hadn't explained anything yet.

"I don't know how to tell you this," Priya muttered, her fingers tapping frantically against her phone.

"Priya!" I demanded, stepping forward. "Kya hua? What are you not telling me?"

Before she could respond, the doorbell rang. She froze, her face going pale.

"Vira..." Priya whispered, looking almost afraid. I didn't get a chance to ask her why before the doorbell rang again, this time harder, more urgent. I got up to go to open the door, but Priya put a hand, suggesting that she wanted to go herself.

She glanced at me, then back at the door, her hand resting on the handle. She opened it cautiously, as if she knew exactly who was on the other side.

There stood Shubman. But this wasn't the Shubman I knew-the one who would be showing his dimpled smile every minute or so when was with Abhi, not even the one who insulted me like it was his life's purpose. No, this Shubman looked furious. His entire demeanour screamed anger. His jaw was clenched, his eyes blazing with a kind of intensity I had never seen before.

"Shubman?" Priya asked, stepping back warily. She glanced at me, unsure if she should let him in or slam the door shut.

Without saying a word, he pushed past her, entering the apartment like a storm about to break. The air was thick with tension, so suffocating that I could barely breathe.

"Shubman, what-" I started, but he cut me off with a sharp look, his expression hard as stone. His gaze locked onto me, and I froze under its weight.

"What the hell did you do, Vira?" His voice was low, but the quiet rage in it made me take a step back. He wasn't shouting, but the intensity of his anger was worse than any yelling could have been.

"What?" I whispered, completely thrown off guard. I had no idea what he was talking about.

Shubman stormed forward, pulling out his phone and practically shoving it into my hands. "Look at this. Read it."

I blinked in confusion, my hands trembling as I took his phone. My eyes landed on the headline, and I felt like the ground had been pulled out from under me.

"The Love Triangle Affecting Shubman Gill's Game? Exclusive: Vira Malhotra Feels 'Guilty' About Relationship With Shubman."

My heart skipped a beat. What the hell was this?

I scrolled down, reading the article that quoted my exact words from that day at the café with Priya.

"Mujhe Shubman ko lekar guilty feel ho raha hai. Kal practice ke baad ghar gaaye the, aur woh thoda off lag raha tha... shayad mere wajah se ho raha hai."

My own words, twisted and plastered across the screen as if I had gone to the media myself. But I hadn't said this to anyone other than Priya, in the privacy of our conversation.

"Shubman, I didn't-" I tried to explain, but the look on his face made me stop short.

"Didn't what?" His words were venomous, laced with accusation. "Didn't say this? Because that's sure as hell what it looks like, Vira. You've practically announced to the world that I'm off my game because of you."

"I didn't tell anyone," I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. "I swear to God, Shubman, I would never-"

"Then how the hell is this in every news outlet?" His voice rose, sharp and cutting. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine, making me feel like I was under a spotlight. "You think I don't already have enough pressure on me? You think I need this kind of shit circulating about me?"

"I don't know how this happened!" I pleaded, my voice shaky. "I would never do this to you. I don't know who-"

"Right," he spat, sarcasm dripping from the single word. "Because this is really helping me, isn't it? Now the entire world thinks I'm losing matches because of some secret feelings, and it's all thanks to you."

I flinched. His words were like a punch to the gut, each one hitting harder than the last.

"I didn't know how this got out, Shubman," I said, my voice weak, struggling to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. "This... it must be from that day at the cafe, someone must've overheard - the only person I told was Priya! "

He scoffed. "A likely story. I bet you're only doing this get your revenge on me, right? Whatever I did to you wasn't even that bad, honestly, but you couldn't keep your fucking mouth shut, and decided to blab to everyone, didnt you? How you feel sorry for me, how I suck at cricket? Right?"

"I would never want to hurt you, Shubman!"

"But you did," he snapped, his eyes narrowing with fury. "You hurt me more than you realize."

I could feel my heart breaking as I stared at him, unsure of how to fix this. "Shubman, I didn't leak this. I swear-"

"You think that matters now?" He cut me off, his words slicing through the air like a knife. "The damage is already done. Everyone's questioning my performance, thinking it's because of you, and now I'm the one who's suffering. Not you. And honestly? You should be suffering. You've been nothing but bad luck ever since I met you."

"Shub..." Priya tried to intervene, stepping forward slightly, but Shubman ignored her completely. His gaze was fixed on me, his anger laser-focused.

"You're careless, Vira," he continued, his voice steady but filled with so much resentment that it made me wince. "You think this is some personal issue you can cry about, but it's affecting my life-my career. And you didn't even bother to think about that, did you?"

"I didn't know!" I exclaimed, my voice breaking. "I swear, I didn't know this would happen! I didn't say this! I didn't want to hurt you, Shubman, I didn't-"

"You didn't want to hurt me, but that's exactly what you did." His words hit like a slap. He stepped closer, his face inches from mine now. "I knew you didn't like me, but I trusted you. And you threw that trust away."

I opened my mouth to say something-anything-but nothing came out. The tears I had been holding back finally slipped down my cheeks, but he didn't seem to care. His eyes were cold, hardened by anger and betrayal.

"I can't do this anymore," he said, his voice low but resolute. "I can't keep getting caught up in your mess. Stay out of my life, Vira."

With that, he turned and walked out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

I stood there, staring at the closed door, my heart hammering in my chest. I could hear Priya muttering something in the background, but I couldn't focus on her words. All I could think about was Shubman's anger, his accusations, the venom in his voice.

But it wasn't even my fault though...

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